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CHAPTER 15
Aime’s Sandwich Shop is a new little café not far from where we live. The food here is top notch, clean, and creative. I’ve been here a few times, and I love that I can really indulge without feeling completely gross. Being that this is basically a date for Owen and I, that is exactly what I’m going for.
We get there about two o’clock, just thirty minutes before the place closes since they only serve lunch. In my mind, I think by this time of day it should be pretty empty, most of the crowds having cleared.
Well, I was definitely wrong. Not only is the tiny restaurant still full to capacity, but people just keep coming.
“I guess we all had the same idea,” I tell Owen.
“Must be good,” he says.
We stand somewhat smooshed within a large crowd outside, waiting for a table to be cleared for us inside. I glance at him occasionally and he smiles when he catches me. “What?” he asks.
“Nothing. I mean, you look really handsome.”
And he does, with his green button shirt up that brings out the color in his eyes, and khaki shorts. His hair has grown just a little, but enough that the gray is more visible, which is a huge turn on for me. There is also a little scruff on his cheeks, just the way I like it, and I wonder if there is a reason he let it grow.
As for myself, I did dress to impress him. A white racerback shirt that contrasts against my tanned skin, tight blue jeans and my trusty black wedges. I hope he likes the way everything forms to my body. It’s super casual, yet sexy. I wanted it to look like I didn’t try, even though it took me over an hour to figure out my outfit. Given the heat in his eyes as they travel from the cleavage accentuated by the décolletage of my shirt, to the curve of my waist and the rounding of my hips, I’d say it worked.
Even though I’ve been married to the man for years, I’m nervous. We’re starting over. It will be in a sense, a new relationship, and I want to start off on the right foot.
He must feel the tension coming from me because he takes my hand and brings it to him, rolling it over to kiss the inside of my wrist. His lips are warm on the soft skin there, and my heart not only skips a beat, but I melt just a little from the sweetness of it.
“You look beautiful, as always,” he says and I smile in response.
“Roberts!” a girl dressed all in black - black shirt, black pants and a black apron - comes out with two menus in her hands calling our names.
“That’s us!” Owen raises his hand and follows her in, never letting go of me.
Being a couple again like this makes me feel almost giddy. How desperately I’ve wanted him to forgive me, to give us another chance. And now here we are on a date.
We’re led to a booth all the way in the back. The girl places two red faux leather menus on the wooden table, and says, “Veronica will be your server today. She’ll be with you shortly to take your drinks.”
We both thank her and open our menus.
“I’m starving!” Owen says. “What’s good here?”
“Everything, as you can tell by the crowd. I wonder if they will start turning people away soon. They close in less than half an hour now.” I look at my watch and confirm what I’m saying.
“So you come here that much?”
“I’ve been twice, but Jess comes often and usually brings me home a little something. One of the girls at work comes here a lot, too.”
Looking at one side of the menu, then the other, he seems overwhelmed by the amount of selections. “Well, what do you recommend?”
“Mm,” I scroll down all of the options with my index finger until I come to the hot sandwich section. “The grilled turkey. That’s what I’m going to get. But I’ve also had the jerk tuna and that was so good, too.”
“Well, then why don’t you get the turkey, I get the tuna, and we share,” he suggests.
“Perfect.”
After we place our orders, Owen and I sit and chat about our everyday happenings. Even though we still technically live together, in the same house, we are leading separate lives. We don’t talk at dinner like we used to, if we have dinner together at all. We’ve missed so much of each other’s lives.
I tell him about my possible training to become a loan officer, which would be a huge increase in pay, but of course would also mean an increase in hours and the concerns that brings. He tells me about the progress they’ve made in hitting their monthly quotes, and a young man named Matthew that he just hired.
It feels normal, and nice. And when I lay my hand on the table and he reaches for it, it feels like everything is going to be okay.
“Why, hi there,chère! Look who it is, darlin’.”
